Donn Jones - Intro Lyrics

Niggas don't know how much I lost
Niggas don't know how much it cost
Niggas gone hate when they see my sauce
But don't nobody wanna bear my cross
Now you see me on my grind and you see my shine
Paid my dues I done did my time
Got it out the mud to the top I'm climbing
Only speak facts on the mic no lying
I stay true to the G-code
Bossed up now I'm in beast mode
Nowadays gotta keep the heat close
Cause niggas outside in the streets cold
Say my prayers and protect my head
Gotta take care of my people
Faced my fears just to get this bread
Gotta get this shit legal
Twenty-eighteen I almost lost my mind
Saw my car get repo'd
Everything I tried always got denied
Couldn't even hit my free throws
PTSD had me feeling paranoid
Kept looking out of my peep hole
Went to therapy and got back my swag
Twenty-nineteen got in my bag
Don't call my phone if it ain't bout cash
Smoke good weed all we blow is gas
The way I pulled your girl you would think it's magic
Don't try to run up cause it might turn tragic
Red bottoms all on my feet
Leaving blood stains when I walk these streets
First-degree murder when I get on these beats
First-degree murder when I get in them sheets, HEY
I was just down bad went down on my knees and prayed fervently
Depressed and I wanted to give up and now I'm recording in Germany
My momma she told me she loved me
The other night I cried my face off
Cause all of my dreams are coming true
And now I can say this the takeoff
Grind all night don't need no nap
Only speak facts when I write my raps
Spitting off the top of the dome no cap
Always play it safe gotta keep my strap
Took my risks and took my chance
When I sign my deal I want a mil in advance
Cartiers on when I do my dance
Louie V belt holding up my pants
Bouta be mad rich while I'm sitting on the beach with a bad bitch
Riding round in a horse and a carriage
And she always talking bout marriage
But lil mama only twenty-one
I'm only trying to have some fun
Don't wanna talk carats, aye
And I'm bouta roll another one hanging out the window while I'm chillin in Paris
But I ain't gone stop ain't no flop going straight to the top
Polo my t-shirt Polo my socks Polo underwear with the Polo flip flops
Polo house robe while giving me top, wet like a mop
Polo all over the drapes, yea
Wrist on bling getting treated like a king
While she feeding me grapes, yea
I was just down bad went down on my knees and prayed fervently
Depressed and I wanted to give up and now I'm recording in Germany
My momma she told me she loved me
The other night I cried my face off
Cause all of my dreams are coming true
And now I can say this the takeoff